the movie

Life. And Death. And Books.

The closest I’ve ever come to understanding death was the moment I gave birth to my first child.

There were no complications, neither I nor the baby were in distress, and my daughter was born perfectly healthy.

Still, in that moment, consumed in the un-medicated haze of labor pains and heavy acceptance of new life leaving my being to form its own – I experienced a profound connection to the intensity of both life and death all at once. Life and death, two journeys we all must pass, inevitably, once at our beginning and once at our end. Read more…

I Can’t Go On. I’ll Go On… And Do Whatever I Can With What I Have

It’s been a summer. The first half of the summer was filled with excitement. Hope. Swelling optimism. A presumption of good times just around the corner.  Polishing our script, whittling grand ideas into more accessible coherence. KP going out on promising tv show pitches. Another old project of his also maybe being revived. It was exciting. Things were happening. […] Read more…